Steve Rogers looked down at the old woman in the casket.
"This isn't Peggy," he whispered.
He thought: 'This body is just a cloak she wore for a time. My Peggy is still waiting for me on that dance floor.'
"I still owe you that dance," he murmured. "I didn't mean to let you down."
Sharon Carter touched his hand on the casket's rim. "You know she understood, don't you?"
"I do," he said, flinching a bit inside at the two words he'd wanted to say aloud to a quite different question concerning Peggy.
Sharon squeezed his hand. Steve knew she had feelings for him, but she was related to Peggy.
To go out with her would feel ... incestuous somehow as crazy as that sounded.
In the days that followed, Steve's world went truly crazy.
Crossbones sacrificed himself to discredit the Avengers. Wanda tried her best to stop him, but she was still green.
The Accords came quick on the heels of that explosion, Accords passed by a Select Few. The rights of the individual never counted to the Select Few.
To keep his best friend from being shot on sight by those "Select Few," Steve became an outlaw.
Now, facing Tony Stark in his battered armor, Steve knew what he had to do.
Steve smiled bitterly at the rubbled enclosure around the two of them: a Kill Box.
Tony said, "You've become what you fought against your whole life."
"That would be you," said Steve. "You fought the Establishment all your life.
I've always fought for the little guy against bullies whether they were Nazis, Loki, Hydra, or the Select Few behind the Accords."
Tony snapped, "If we don't accept limitations, we're no different than the bad guys."
"We already had limitations! They're in the Constitution."
Tony's eyes went flat. "Too many people have died on both sides. This ends now!"
"Yes," said Steve, "with my life."
Tony's eyes flicked up behind him, and Steve sighed, "In the back? You're going to have the sniper shoot me in the back?"
"You knew this was a trap?"
Steve laughed bitterly, "You're the genius; I'm the soldier, remember? Of course I knew."
"Then why did you come?"
Steve wearily rubbed his bruised face with gloved fingers.
"Because I'm an outlaw now. I can't fight for the little guy anymore. But you killing me? You'll be the hero.
YOU will be able to fight for the little guys. I'm buying you that chance with my life. Don't blow it."
Tony's eyes softened. "If you feel that way, come in with me."
"You have Pepper to go back to. I buried the only woman I loved. Now, give that 'Kill' signal!"
"N-No, there has to be another ...."
Steve drew back his shield as if to throw it at Tony.
Tony yelled at the top of his lungs, "Don't shoo ...."
The Drill Sergeant at Camp Pendleton had been right.
Steve Rogers never heard the shot that killed him ...
Steve frowned. He was still standing, surrounded by soldiers. But they were in the wrong uniforms.
They were dressed as WWII G.I.'s. And they and Steve were on a dance floor.
Steve felt a gentle tap on his left shoulder and heard a velvet voice he never expected to hear again.
"You owe me a dance, soldier."
He turned slowly.
Peggy ...in that stunning scarlet dress she'd worn to that London Pub so long ago.
She was breath-taking, her wet eyes sparkling with happiness.
Steve smiled hesitantly, shy in her presence as always.
"I ... do."
Then, Peggy was in his arms, and his world was whole again.
Their second kiss was much better than their first ... for this kiss would last forever, for ....
All became black.
Well I have learned who Captain America was. Archie and Jughead are the ones I remember. Not quite as glorious.
ReplyDeleteYour story complements Captain America's story. I need to get busy. I got a story I was going to enter. It is not nearly so glamorous but as sentimental.
I'll be there when you post it. It seems Archie is coming to TV done by the same people who do THE FLASH. ? :-)
DeleteWell done, Roland. I do like both Ironman and Captn America, but it appears Steve is the more romantic of the two. . .
ReplyDeleteTony Stark is more self-focused of the two. And Steve was an artist before he volunteered for the experiment which transformed him, so he is more sensitive. Good to see you here!
DeleteThis took me in a different direction. I said to Errol - our souls will dance together into eternity - and this reminded me.
ReplyDeleteI would have never willingly have brought painful memories to you, Inger. But I am romantic that love is eternal and so are our souls so that those we love will find us in eternity. :-)
DeleteHi Roland ... thank you for posting this - I too didn't know about Captain America and the story line ... amended slightly into your post here. Souls dancing away ... I can see that - as Inger has. Sad, but true ... true love is special - thanks .. Hilary
ReplyDeleteI am a romantic, and Steve Rogers' story has always had a touch of magic and sadness to me. Thanks for liking my take on what could be the end of his next movie. :-)
DeleteSuch a sad end and yet a great love story. I like the notion of meeting in death. A second chance.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done - a lovely tale of Love Lost & Found!
Thanks, Yolanda. If you note from the last sentence, you will see the reunion only occurred in poor Steve's mind in the micro-seconds before his death. :-(
DeleteOh poor Steve, but he never heard the shot that killed him, so entranced was he at the sight of his dearest Peggy. May they eternally dance together.
ReplyDeleteLovely, edgy story for the hop, Roland. Thanks for visiting me at WP.
Denise :-)
Steve Rogers seems destined to never catch a fair break. Thanks for visiting, Denise. Everyone, visit Denise and explore love in mysterious Venice!
DeleteOh, very nice piece, Roland. Sad but not sad.
ReplyDeleteSad but not sad: many times the story of love in our lives, right? :-)
DeleteInterestingly, one of your taglines describes this story quite well: "Sometimes it is death, not life..."
ReplyDeleteNice share, Roland:-)
Diedre, thanks for remembering that tagline. :-) I'm glad you liked this story.
DeleteThere's a spin I wasn't expecting. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteI am afraid Steve Rogers will truly die at the end of CIVIL WAR. I like him better than Tony, but that is the way of life ... and love. :-)
DeleteHe finally got his dance!
ReplyDeleteSorry I missed this last Friday.
You got it today -- that's all that's matters. :-) Thanks for visiting and commenting.
DeleteIt's been too long since I stopped by to say hello. Today I'm real glad I did. I love your stories. Bittersweet is my best description here. so glad to see you're still at it. I promise to try to get back more often.
ReplyDeleteStill at it. So many of us have fallen by the wayside that I am saddened when I think of it. Thanks for dropping by and chatting. I am so glad that you did! :-)
DeleteI love this, Roland. I'm (sadly) ignorant when it comes to Captain America, but your take on this love story has made me curious. How beautiful to believe there's a place where we might dance, forever and ever, with the person we love most :)
ReplyDeleteSo glad you joined the Lost & Found! Thank you :)
Guilie @ Life In Dogs
The video helps in understanding Steve and Peggy. It even echoes my story. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and staying to chat. At this moment in my life, it means a lot to me. :-)
DeleteBeautiful, haunting story as always Roland. Two souls locked together in dance for eternity... What a lovely thought!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michael. I am a romantic at heart as I know you are.
DeleteBeautifully told, as always. This body is just a cloak she wore for a time - that's something I relate to totally.
ReplyDeleteI pray your body treats you better this year. Thanks for liking my little post. :-)
Deletebeautiful story! And I truly believe that's how it is when we die: I believe we are reunited with our loved ones and our relationships flourish.
ReplyDeleteNice job with this one!
Michele at Angels Bark
It is a good vision to cling to in the dark moments, right? :-)
DeleteIf we don't accept limits, we are as bad as the evil- I like that!
ReplyDeleteGood story. Sad, but good.
Thanks, Elizabeth. And thanks for following.
DeleteYou had me right from the start of this one. The feeling that the body we see lying in a casket can't REALLY be our loved one is probably a universal one.
ReplyDeleteGreat story, and well told. I like to think their dance lasted longer than that brief moment before he died. Death may have parted them, but I like to think it brought them back together again, too.
Me, too. I wrote the ending as I did so that the reader could have two endings to choose from. :-)
DeleteThat was an interesting twist on the "Lost and Found" theme. We really got a lot of eclectic entries for the blog hop. Thanks for participating.
ReplyDeleteArlee Bird
A to Z Challenge Co-host
Tossing It Out
"Lost & Found" lends itself to a multitude of interpretations, so it is no surprise you got such a variety of entries. :-)
DeleteAwe man! *sniff sniff*
ReplyDeleteDid Steve find lost love in his dying last few seconds or for eternity in what waits for us after death? You get to choose, Misha. :-)
DeleteThanks for visiting, Roland